Once upon a time, this blog was going to be all about my pet bird, when I got one. But I never did get that bird. So, now this blog is about the beautiful, curious things that keep me in a near-constant state of happy distraction. Ironically, many people find these writings when they wonder what "peristerophobia" means. It's a fear of pigeons. I've made a bird blog after all.

Friday, October 06, 2006

The startle of color.

You have to see what we have been seeing today. Sometimes I get stuck under these crabapple trees, as you know. Compare April

to now

And also rejoice with me, please, that the burning bush has become brilliant once more. I have been trying to capture even modicum of this bush's recent splendor, and finally today I was there at the right moment.

This weekend, I suspect I will do some degree of searching for color. With some extra hours at my disposal, I am hoping for an extended prowl, the autumnal version of my walks through the spring.

About Me

Annie Dillard could have been writing about me when she said (of herself), "I like the slants of light; I'm a collector." Or Willem de Kooning: "I'm like a slipping glimpser." And don't forget Brenda Ueland: "I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like a child stringing beads in kindergarten--happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead on after another." But the Beastie Boys might have said it best: "When it comes to panache, I can't be beat." There's a reason I wear a ring that says Badass.